Hello Everyone! Its been awhile. I plan to update more often, but here's Chapter 5! In other exciting news, I now have a Beta Reader! She's slightly more of a Harry Potter nerd than I am, so this story will be fairly canonically accurate in that respect. Also, I guess I messed up Leia's wand, so it was changed. (I re-posted that Chapter for the new people.) It's now a nine inch wand with unicorn and threstral hair. If you know wand lore (I apparently didn't know enough) unicorn hair is 'light magic' making the user have a hard time using that wand to perform the Dark Arts. That was the only plot change. Enjoy the new chapter!

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The next morning, I woke up slowly. Faint light filtered in through my bed curtains, washing my world in green. I sat up, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. I yanked back the curtains surveying the room. It wasn't very bright in the room, but the candle on the nightstand lit as if it sensed my presence. Maybe it did. I shrugged, standing a stretching my arms above my head. I pulled the curtains around my bed all the way open. I glanced at the other curtained bed. Pansy must be asleep. Might as well get ready for the day. I dressed in the school uniform that was provided for me. It consisted of a white button-up shirt, adorned with a silver and green striped tie, followed by a skirt that fell just above my knees. I scoffed, feeling less like the fighter I was trained to be. There was no way I could even to my katas in this! I took off the offending skirt. I instead donned my training slacks on and laced up my combat boots. I threw on the cloak that was part of the school uniform as well.

I grabbed my wand from my nightstand and stuffed it in my belt. I walked out of the girl's dorms and through the magical door guarding our commons room. The chilly dungeon air washed refreshingly over my skin. I moved a floor up, looking out the window. The sun barely washed over the horizon. We would not have class for a couple hours yet. I walked towards one of the castles doors that lead outside. I pushed it open, shivering in the morning air. I stepped out onto the dew-dropped grass, finding a small blind spot that no professor wandering the hallways would spot me. I wasn't sure if being outside would be cause to lose house points. Either way, I didn't care to find out.

I sat cross-legged on the ground, looking out at the trees. I would start by attempting to access the Force. For some reason, since I have arrived on this planet, I had not been able to access it. Most of the time, the Force interacted with me as its own independent being. It helps me read people, helps me fight, centers my mind on my ambitions among many other things. I turned inwards, focusing on my emotions. 'Emotions are a powerful way to access the Force, Leia.' My father had once told me, 'If you can access your fear, you do not need to let yourself be crippled by it. You can turn it into a weapon. Take care, if you cannot control your emotions either, it can lead to the Dark Side running through you unrestrained. It can be very dangerous.'

From early in my training, I was put through many Force ability control tests. These were to make sure I could control my impulses, control my Force use enough to wield a lightsaber. I breathed out slowly while focusing on my environment. I closed my eyes. I couldn't even feel the ever-constant Force usually surrounding me. That was not a good sign. A sliver of fear shot through me. I tried to grasp the fear, but it only built. I tried reaching into it with my mind. To the other side, where the Dark Side usually sat. Nothing. I opened my eyes. I got rid of the fear, taking several deep breaths while focusing on the grass in front of me. A sigh passed between my lips. If strong emotions did not bring the Dark Side to my fingertips then what would? Was the Force non-existent here? No, I would have forgotten how to breath if that was the case. It must be simply untouchable. What would cause such a thing to occur?

I shook my head, brushing away the headache that was forming. I could figure this out later. The sun was halfway above the horizon at this point. Classes would begin soon. Maybe this whole 'magic' this will clear up this nonsense. I stood up, and made my way back into the girl's dorm.

The second I arrived Pansy ambushed me. "Where have you been?" She demanded, as she glanced at my outfit, "And what are you wearing? That is not the proper school uniform! Do you want to disgrace our house?" She clicked her tongue as she led me to my own bed. She started rummaging through my dresser.

"I was out on a morning me- walk." I caught myself just in time. The last thing I needed was to explain that I often meditated with rage to help with my control of the Dark Side.

"Well, be back earlier next time. We must look our best if we plan on being the role models of Slytherin!" She turned back around, the skirt I rejected earlier in one hand, long socks in the other. I groaned.

"No complaining and put on your uniform." She snapped before walking back over to her side of the room, pulling items off her desk.

I quickly stripped off my pants and changed into my skirt. I also pulled up the socks that where pitch black except for the stripe of green right at the top running parallel to the ground. I was re-lacing my combat boots when she reappeared.

"Really? Boots?" She asked as she motioned to my hair, brush in hand.

I turned my head. "Yes really. Right now, they're the only footwear I currently own. Besides, my boots are good for training." I winced as the brush snagged in my hair.

"You even missed breakfast." She scolded, "And what training? We are practicing magic, not fighting a war. We will have to get you a better pair for when you're in school at least. After classes, I don't care what you wear, but be presentable for our house." She finished. She came around to my front and pointed the hairbrush aggressively in my face, "Understood?"

"Yes." I grinned, pushing the hairbrush out of my face. She grinned in return. Both of us gathered our respective bookbags and headed out for class. I ran my hand though my hair. She had left most of it down, with a braid on one side that disappeared back into my brunette locks. Pansy quickly scanned our schedules.

"Well, we have double potions first thing in the morning, with the Ravenclaws. Ugh, those know-it-alls are definitely going to try to one up us with book smarts. Hope you reviewed your potion book." She said, her heels clicking on the floor. I nodded even though I hadn't. With any luck, I could avoid any attention from the professors. They had many more students in one classroom then the one to one training that I was used to.

We entered the classroom. It was laid out with a cobblestone floor, no carpets. All the tables were fairly small with only two seats each, and a cauldron resting on the wooden surface. Pansy dragged me forward to one of the front tables and we sat next to each other. A large chalkboard was hung at the wall, right behind what must be the professor's desk. The desk was mostly bare except for a folder stuffed with parchment, and a huge empty bottle. Around the classroom, many bottles with what must be ingredients hugged the walls. Several other first-years wandered in as well. The Ravenclaw uniforms were very similar to ours, but the colors were changed. Instead of green and silver, they bore blue and bronze. Neither house acknowledged the other as they picked seats.

The students fell silent as a professor entered through the door. He eyed us up as he strolled to the front of the class. He had long straight black hair with beady eyes. His cloak billowed around him. He stopped just behind his desk. "Welcome to Potions." He drawled out, "I am your potions master. You may address me as Professor Snape. You are here to learn the art of potion crafting. You Ravenclaws will have to learn there is more to potion making than simply reading the directions. Slytherins, my house, I expect you to learn the patience required to brew. There is much competition in potion crafting, but it is not based on speed nor attention to detail alone. You must also know when to be patient and when to be precise. This comes through practice."

He turned to the chalkboard. "This is the potion we are brewing today. It is a simple cure to boils. Get started immediately." He began to write the instructions. The class quickly filled with students talking among themselves and collecting ingredients.

Pansy turned to me, "How are you at brewing? You want me to take the lead on this?"

"Yes," I replied, "I haven't particularly done anything like this before."

"Okay! I'll help you out then. Start by crushing the snake fangs."

I nodded and quickly began to crush the fragile ingredients in a mortar. Pansy started to heat our cauldron over a heater just as the fangs were a soft white powder. I looked at the directions before carefully spooning in four measures. Pansy grabbed her wand, carefully passing it over the cauldron. In response, a white smoke rose from the now liquified brew. I followed up with the slugs. We worked in quiet tandem then, with me adding the ingredients, and Pansy making the correct stir counts with wand movements when needed. I got so focused into my work, I was not even paying attention to the time. After Pansy made the last wand movement, removing the cauldron from the fire, it swirled into a thick white potion, as pink smoke wafted off of the concoction. We had finished. We grinned at each other just as Professor Snape called for wands down. He came around, inspecting each and every student groups performance, either telling them that they could bottle the potion for use, or throw it out in the bins in the back.

He stopped in front of our table. He passed his wand over our still steaming creation. He paused, before saying, "Excellent job. Miss Parkinson, of course. Your family known to be full of well-educated wizards and witches. And you, Miss?"

"Skywalker." I stated.

"Miss Skywalker. Well done. You are also a potential potion witch in the making. Bottle this for use."

"Thank you, Professor." I said earnestly. Although I didn't do any actual magic, I'll have to quiz Pansy on it later. It was very peaceful, creating potions.

He moved onto the rest of the class. After everyone had their tables properly cleaned and ready for the next set of students, he drew our attention to the front. "Well, a better first day then I was expecting. Only a few failed potions. I expect better for those who had the scrap their cure. However, Miss Parkinson and Miss Skywalker created the best cure in this class period. Ten points to Slytherin." He smiled thinly, "Now you know what this class potions are worth. Dismissed."

Whispers broke out amid students as we packed our bookbags. Pansy grinned at me, "We did epic! Just wait till we get to tell the boys how we got ten House Points today!"

I grinned back, "Yes! That was really fun! What do we have next?"

"Charms." She grasped my hand and pulled me along, "Let's get there fast so we can have good seats!"

I laughed as I let her pull me along. Charms. I suddenly remembered what the wand keeper said about my wand in particular. Good with practical magic. Did that apply to charms? I guess it depended on your definition. Time to find out! I just hoped I would learn something about actual magic in this class. Pansy did wave her wand over the cauldron, but nothing flashy happened. No real proof. Of course, not everything you can do in the Force is necessarily flashy either. Open mind Leia, I reminded myself.